What is any of this to us? Time is endless and ours. Love and Death are only the games we play in it.

Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.

Art does not exist for politics, or for instruction- it exists primarily for pleasure, or it is nothing.

You can understand a lot about yourself by working out which fairytale you use to present your world to yourself in.

Love . . . includes fellowship in suffering, in joy and in effort.

What is not yet done is only what we have not yet attempted to do.

Songwriting is like fishing in a stream; you put in your line and hope to catch something. And I don't think anyone downstream from Bob Dylan ever caught anything.

Modern life would not be possible if it were not for chemicals, nor would modern natural gas production.

Who would prefer peace to the glory of hunger and thirst, of wading through mud, and dying in the service of one's country?

Adaptation can efficiently reduce the costs of climate change while atmospheric concentrations of greenhouse gases are being stabilised

Books wind into the heart.